Chapter 7 Soul Need #2
The moment she slumped, I growled and pushed to my feet, holding her so her shaking knees wouldn’t give out, sweeping her up—almost forgetting to turn off the water as I pulled her out of the bath and grabbed a towel.
I was halfway through drying her body, murmuring to her all the things I still planned to do to her, when her wits returned.
She grabbed the end of the towel and began to mop my chest and shoulders with it, smiling up at me with eyes still slightly glazed.
But when we were mostly dry, I lost patience, throwing the towel aside and gathering her in, she reached for me and stroked, opening her mouth to take my kiss—but with her hand on my aching flesh, I had to fight for control.
I froze, mouth open, hovering over hers, body tensing and trembling, our breaths rushing, mingling.
Curling my toes into the lines of mortar between the stone, I cursed and pulled myself out of her grip, catching her wrist when she tried to grab me again.
“Let me do this right,” I growled, staring down at her bright eyes as a rush poured through the bond and wrapped us both in love and need.
“But, you—”
“Oh, I will. Don’t you worry,” I muttered, then kissed her, hot and hard, before she could protest again, and pulled her with me through the door and into the bedroom.
The cooler air prickled the wet parts of my skin.
Body trembling, soul driving me closer, I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed—but to my relief she giggled as she bounced, and gave a tiny shriek when I threw myself over her so she couldn’t escape.
She scooted herself back, crawling backwards up the bed, smiling at me and I followed, crawling after her, running a hand up the inside of her leg, pressing her other knee away and apart, and when she got her head to the pillow and lifted both hands to hook her wet hair out from under her shoulders, I was finished.
I opened my mouth on the inside of her knee, sliding up between her legs, kissing, laving, leaning, until I braced over her, my length hard and pulsing, sliding against her.
Her hands were still up, but she tensed, sucking in a breath, bracing for me to take her.
I stopped, planting one hand on the pillow over her shoulder, using the other to cup the side of her neck and stroke her jawline with my thumb until her eyes went black, and she rocked her hips in an attempt to take me.
“Fuck, Bren,” I croaked, and my palm tightened instinctively on her throat—but I didn’t cut off her air, just stared at her, felt her breath tearing in and out under that delicate skin.
Our eyes locked. She reached up to place a sweet hand on my cheek. “Donavyn,” she whispered.
“What is it? Did I hurt y—”
“If you don’t take me right now, I swear, I will put thistledown in your leathers and—oh God!”
With a shuddering cry, I took her in a single stroke and my body crackled with electric pleasure so intense, I almost came.
~ brEN ~
My entire body prickled and rushed, from my scalp, to the soles of my feet.
I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, as Donavyn, groaning and black-eyed, bridged his trembling body over me and took me to the hilt.
Mouth open, I grabbed for him, fingers clawing into his muscular shoulders to brace, whimpering against the loss as he drew all the way out of me and I felt it like a hollow ache.
His fingers curled at the back of my neck and his eyes closed when he took me again, the bond thrumming between us.
I wanted to tell him how beautiful his body was, how deeply I loved him.
But all I could do was cry and sigh with wordless delight as he settled over me, hands in my hair, on my face, stroking my breasts, his weight pinning me to the bed as we rocked together, and I felt the pressure of that wave inside me rising again.
At first, he kept the pace slow, letting me feel every inch of him, my heated skin tingling and swelling, rushes of joy and pleasure radiating from where we joined, to the furthest extremities of my limbs. But soon, we both grew frantic.
“I’ll hold off as long as I can, but…” he gasped, his chin dropping, strands of his hair drifting across my cheek.
He kissed me again before I could respond, his tongue as demanding and hot as his body within me.
Then he pulled back just far enough that his lips brushed mine. “Hold onto me, Bren,” he rasped.
Thrilled by the dark gravel in his tone, and the flutter of his breath against my skin, I wrapped both arms around his neck and dug my fingers into his back, clinging as Donavyn grunted, held a thrust hard inside me, then pulled out and thrust again, and again, picking up the pace.
A small cry burst in my throat as he reached some nameless part of me and my body flared to life, deep inside.
I tried to call his name, to beg him to do it again, but he’d already lifted his shoulders, bracing over me with one fist on the bed, the other arm laid up my spine, holding me to him as he threw his head back and began to pound.
Strange, thrilling cries tore from me, my body bouncing in ways that should have horrified me. But the only word in my mind was more. And my body screamed it.
More.
Please.
More…
Donavyn gasped and moaned. I could do nothing but cling and wait, my body slamming higher and faster towards a second climax, as he called for me, bellowing my name at the rafters, fingers clawed into my hair now, his body a weapon of pleasure drawn and thrust, drawn and thrust, until I thought I might weep.
And then, as I shivered at that peak, teetering on the edge, Donavyn came—roaring my name, his body arched and quivering, the tendons on his neck standing proud, every muscle tight and veins popping.
The sight of him in such abandon, sent me plunging over that cliff too, my body clenching for a second time, my mind whirling in a maelstrom of hunger, fulfillment, and relief as we tumbled, turning and twisting, flying the heights of heaven, then plummeting back to earth together.
For a time, I only felt my thudding pulse, pounding in my ears, and the tickle of his hair against my nose.
I was warm, my skin thrumming. Pressed against the bed by his weight. Covered.
Safe.
Tears pricked my eyes when that word sang in my head, and then in the bond.
Safe. Safe safe safe.
Warm and held, and together.
Donavyn buried his face against my neck and curled an arm over my head, his lips brushing and his breath fluttering against the sensitive skin under my ear.
For long minutes we lay there, together, finding our wits and returning to some semblance of control.
But when he moved like he’d shift off of me, I clung tighter.
“No,” I breathed. “Stay.”
Sensing the shift in me, Donavyn went still, but lifted his chin so his lips brushed my ear instead of my neck.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whispered, still blinking back tears. “I’ve never been better. But I missed you.”
He nodded. “Me as well.”
“How will we do this every day?”
A long, low rumble started in his chest on the exhale, and for a moment I thought he was angry. But then he nestled his face against my jaw and kissed the skin there, before whispering. “One day at a time. It’s all we can do.”